terrible things e.s.

11 youre seriously a bad parent

On the night of my twenty-third birthday, I had spent at home with my babes. It had become a habit to celebrate such events on an earlier note, one which was better for everybody; such as a weekend before or after.

I never thought I would be married and with child at twenty-three, but here I was and here I was going to stay. I had a family of my own, a job that helped pay for my home, and was just as in love as I could have ever been.

Ed was cooking us dinner while me and Luke played with a pair of fake keys, "No, no, don't put in your mouth, little man," I whispered as I carefully pried them from his small fists. He frowned, not approving of my actions. His brows furrowed as he looked up at me sternly. His little hands balling up and hitting his thighs a few times, gurgling.

"Someone didn't like that, did he?" I brush a piece of hair behind his ear. It was literally so long for his age, but Ed liked it and said his kid was "punk rock" to which I laughed in his face.

"Here you go, dude," I handed the plastic keys back to him, his blue eyes lighting up, "Now, don't kill yourself, I will be right back."

I stood from the carpeted floor, walking toward the bathroom. Lucas looked over his shoulder at me, his blonde hair covering his eyes, "Baby, on his own. Gotta pee," I called out heading to the bathroom to relieve myself.

"Rory, seriously, you cannot leave a practical newborn by himself. He could die," Ed said back. He wasn't a practical newborn, he was just over a year. I walk out of the bathroom quickly, returning back to the living area.

"He's fine, Ed, see? Plus, you can see him from the kitchen," I go to pick Luke up when I realize that he's not where he was before. I look behind the couch, my breath picking up slightly. He just recently learned that he could crawl and he sure was using it to his advantage.

"Lucas!" I whisper-yell, walking around the coffee table hunched over and desperately searching for my son.

"Hey, Ed, is, uh, Luke over there?" I asked, lightly, taking a step behind a wall so that I was hiding behind it.

It was quiet for a moment,"No... Rory, babe, not again."

"He's got to be around here somewhere." I murmured, walking to look under the table. I wasn't sure what Ed was making, and I knew this wasn't really the time, but damn, it smelt good.

"You are seriously a bad parent." Ed said, turning down the dial on the stove to look around as well. Normally, a mother would be highly offended, but I know I'm not the best parent and I was okay with that because I was still learning. He knew that, too. He wasn't the best dad out there, even though he tried, so we say this to each other often. It's become more of a joke than anything. Together, we searched around our small house until I finally heard Ed yell that he found him, coming out of our bedroom, baby on his hip. I sigh, relieved, reaching out for our baby boy, "No, no, no. He's staying with me."

I pouted when Ed rolled his high chair over by the island, placing Luke in it, "Fine," I mumbled, immature. I pulled a chair up beside him and for the rest of the time until dinner, I played with his baby fingers. They were literally so freaking small.

At dinner, I was spoon feeding Lucas and acting like the spoon was a plane, (mostly because I thought it was fun and I liked to make the plane noises), while Ed and I talked about nothing important. The night went smoothly and I was just happy to have these two people in my life and they were really all I needed.

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Wow, can you say boring? There's like no Ed/Rory convo. Deal with it. I have stuff coming up in the next chapter which will be published tonight b/c double update whoo

|eds wedding band is in the media, I finally picked one I liked and I thought would suit him, so yeah|

Ed and Rory need a ship name.

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